1 life

Dedikated*


Hi



I still don't know what I think in regards to you
I didn't understand how much I loved you and that's the truth
I wronged you in more ways then one, lets face it, we were never innocent
You were an excellent person, I heard, felt and saw your charity
Your willingness for life, your sincerity could be brilliant
You were great comfort for an electric head, our reflection proved our sanity
To think our thoughts would explode now, and truly clear our minds
To think we could take care to love this planet together
To think you will not be so many joys, if that matters
To wonder if I can actually reach you still in the way we don't say we know
To know that's not important
To praise memory, and question memory
To think honesty could be found in the past?
To know my yearning for an embrace would be selfish, is selfish
To wishing I could end this better

Lostmind

And I lost my mind like a carnival

Tumbling thru your worlds
Collision polished floors

Fang behind casino doors
Keeping score, sex-dream creatures bring a Holy
Note for her, a dull march hurts

Walking to the end of the leaf
Origami tongue waiting twist
Underneath

A wrinkle in thought, we are a spot
Inherit the meek
Go hide your zebra somewhere else.

It has come off the leash

 Whatever




Like dumbos,
lunge for the peanuts
The horizon squared
paired us up in life's meaning measured
Shared abstractions child-thunder eyes
and our own goofy steps
To reach the end of the line
and sleep
Got to believe in myself
because no one can do that for you
Genuine in inequity,
You was, all buzz
all-drenched
Psychonaut,
camouflage, dyed it seemed
like a rainbow mirage
Slow nose, fast brain
still knows snow flows
Backwards, warps
flames crafted
We stole bikes,
pimped cars
Crossed lakes
in a hamster wheel
Wore our drugs and
they hugged like pamper's feel
But like a jazz bloom
incense smoked, accent
Blaring, stale times
a clearer mirror in the bathroom
Pale cigarettes
with hesitant symphony
Messaging blissfully
we all have our pageantry,
Our passions
clean whispers
Let's do some funky flips
and land on the sand for grip

Brother

For David "Kramer" Fiorito

Align star by star,

Or as wind chimes collide with

a horizon's level incline

Together - Faced the slicing glare from

Sharpened clouds with silvery silky slivers

Soothing slashed-minds

Robed in stormy wanderings:

Control! Power!

Always: Knowledge and Power!

We seem to never have the Power to reach out and touch Power!

Black petals drift around us

Black streamers jetted around us

Sinewy black ribbons jerking to the odd beat - We had that finite Childe's smile

We smoked the odd joint of desperate happiness-

Before returning to fantasy again.

Before again burying our heads in sogged wretched thought-

And stretched by still-water resolution

Every day: You erase the stranger's faces

Us and Them:

In the end; we were only ordinary men.

August 14'

Tall Stories

The red outline of a hand stamped it's way across a covered box of files.

These carefully-clipped fingernails graze the lid while the mice eat away a messy hole

in the bottom-right corner.

I ran my hand through my hair,

In an alley under a dark galaxy two figures sharing a bottle discuss their dreams

Their stars matter to them

One of them had a drink stolen in a dream

The other

Was falling

Falling

Until he fell to this very spot in time.

Smoke a cigarette or something

As I define and redefine

A bag o' lies beggar lies, cross-hair skin

Samson, cut his hair ties fly

Or the magazine guy 5-dollar dream guy lies wide smile

What a liquor store adventure

Actually not, I was convening

Waiting for her outside the grocery, sunny day I might say

Whatever what I am getting at

Lets look at some notes

Feeling silly, foot stuck

Soaked up, putty puddle

The poetry's with the bottle 

in the pantry,

Son cheating gun screams 

Sun beaming lovely

These depression lessons, expression is limited unlimited

For free stay staring clean combing beaches 

for their features,

Carefree- threw key- Americandle

Lit flame - spit game - hit shame, handle

Stable, steadied

But I'm unable, jettison 

just kidding I'm hear

and I Suez I'm scent 

from heaven

I'll give it all up, upchuck, 

fuck it

Take it how I mean it

I think everyone's sick of the circle rub-n-tug

shit

I'll take a magic button or bucket my lover is

in a distance

Come to the piston

Lubricate slick it oil glistens

that's the system

Rape the village techni-color

rainbow prison, fucking take it how I mean it

Fred's here so I gotta dip

fuck it, kiss it, keep it.

A really rough sketch

We are going real slow

Wriggling me, wiggling free into capsulated comfort

Swim friend, I swim in swimmingly

Freely, before or after birth, I'm not sure

Shade me please though naked from that Great White light

Impoverish my night on this stage

My fear, and it's lacking

Bang! Bang our heads together and our brains leak it's tarnished water, rapidly swelling, that slicks the steps

Wrap your cotton fingers around the minute

On my skin, down my throat, 

Like the pill we slipped like your dress before you slept like a compliment

With the fall of breaths, were the dreams I tried to harness

Love, lovely love

The inky wet black heavenly depths, in the corner of the masked Merrymen's eyes

Screaming beams tunneling through the sex

Let us play like child-like friends while the Moon exists

I'll glue on my feathers and reach the crest

Where above the clouds none of this mattered anyway

Little voice lingers

A smokehouse curly-haired golden voice hangs
in between the rafters
Feel for my mug, warm comfort
cheer, laughter

Heart is lifted like my glass
before nostalgia's quiet remorse

I eat the warm food that
comes
And remark up on the Trojan horses who really
provide the course

I feel silly yet I contort
Humility is my source
I willingly eat a morsel of the portion to practice force

I'm a parcel of the package
This is a mantra on a tangent
It's tantric and it's ancient
It's manic and contagious
I'm frantic and a vagrant
I could speak Spanish if I was weightless

As I throw a hammer thru the pain of glass
I'm a magnetic little changeling
Synthetic, for I am breathing
I'm headed for the ying-yang moon on every other twinkling little evening
Missed a couple steps and hit the ceiling
How could there be meaninglessness if there was feeling?

Look inside, shit you deny
You might realize you build these
Times you cried, times you shouldn't have
How we bake our pies, wanna piece?

I'm about to capsize from needing to be alive
So I maximize when a passer-by gives us a knowing eye

And I fantasize about my life and my friend's plights not characterized by our pasts
We're about to die fast
So I'll get to the climax in seconds flat cuz it so happens
Supposedly time lapses by sheer-
Incidentally I must go master other facets of my existence
So I can get to the clearing at the end of the last laugh by accident-

Sky-ridden of countless digits; similes of our exactedness.

The Offer

An offer you can't refuse

When the fuse is fixed
Music's mixed

Kicks are down
Counselling the console
With a swift stick shift
I'll cruise control
But first I'll enjoy some adhesive elusive
I'm a lunatic and minute

When I am the moon I lose my soul looking at Neptune
Something new
Casualty pole-vault vanity
How you made me grew
Manic candidate for the massacre of many tools
reporting thought for food blues - loose screws

We are now on air and recording so it's half a lie

Proportions constantly magnified
Emotions are just fabric ties
Doctors say I'm alive too young to have died
Distorted by the apple-eye
Resort to trust my own sight
I decide my East and West
Chose the tar sands in my chest
I'm Tarzan running out of breath
Inspecting as I reject
The star's hands as they pump my chest
When all I tried to do was rest
When all I tried to do is rest

An offer you can't refuse
When all I ever did was lose
Our world's a vinyl I'm a groove
We're playing chess make your move
Waste me finality, I finally deserve it,
I'm a criminal because I can't convince the murderer
Taste me melody or clementine
I'm lemon-lime
Waiting in line
I hop in the centrifuge

An offer you can't refuse
Well you always can
Cannonball over the wall
And disappear from awkward view

Mock reviews, talking clues
the three little Stooges

We'll all catch up at Lionel-Groulx

1's

Fuck the pussy on a pedestal
I'll respect you human
Cuz that shit's gloomy and embarassing and we on another movement
Sorry, girlies, that I treated like such

When I couldn't meet the eyes and grew cold to the touch
Always trying to find the perfect one but I never had much luck
Cuz they don't wanna be perfect
People wanna have fun
She said my first love was drugs a nonsensical bluff
The love was gone, so I tried to suck it from a sani-cup
It's a validation wasteland and shit's never enough
My observations the road to soft pasture has always been rough
I'll give you safe passage muffin, i'm tired of all this dying stuff
Shoot a lying dove and give my digits on the cuff

August 9th

The ying-yang moon blank as in any day, a starless sky
Driven fearful by much of a rush of clouds
Thinly puffed almost rusty and beautiful
In the tired sky

And I scurried to my back porch under the deepening sky
and inhaled hot-dog and fried potatoes
And as I begin to scribble these tantrums and inhale more smoke
I'm exhaustively recharged
And think about things like how good and bad are an infinity of systems
produced by countless individuals at the same time all different all co-dependent
All knowing which ones are operative and coin-operated, wouldn't it be a great help?

It's difficult to make it 'enough about me'
Some would say almost always impossible, I almost always say almost and try to be selfish.
I would like to tell a story now but they won't stop starting and I'm too lazy to chart it.
Maybe when I'm older with a beard and a singing career.

Dial-Tone

Thru the ocean, cup o potion, thru the motion - pictures
Waves of emoticons
Culture rapture, ruptured vulture
Futile mute vibes - fueled light of the yuletide
Nose of Rudolph chained - grill of a station wagon in April
Some change, penny for thoughts no longer circulatin
The mainframe, memento, elemental crescendo
Origami krane game - the same name
Sprayin thoughts about to reload
Headshots scratch off barcodes
Legs like Jello, crinkle like Kringle, tinsel under the mistletoe
As we pick apart the Lego
Forefathers making fortunes from play-dough

Name Knowah is
Been a flowa
I've since seen cats strangled by Cupids boa
Distorted motor, contorted aura, aborted mission
Mastersword is older
Move time buck to and fro, Frodo, Sauron vision, wisdom
Turn-key in lock - and the hand tocks
Where's the door? In the keyboard - Got us a hazmat spot

It's kosher, my cold cuts
Wreck nervous
Sounds of purpose,
Class in succession
Shed funds I pay into tuition
Supernova, son already blew up
Think it crazy, bruh
We super-sane
Like leaves on the tree, symbols dance
Smile spreads, within it I see, everything that will be
For he or she

Shalla-bala raw, Norrin Radd bad
You fold corn raps,
Eye hop on hot flavour like wasabi
Lightsaber samuwriter,
Like what's up b?
Company, death toll
Assembly row
From the get-go, jet-towed
On to the next show - hollow halo
Apollo - NATO
Yin-yang moon, Plato
Sing-sang tune, cable guy
Ring ring, i hear Jesus's on the phone -
Dial-tone messiah

A.D.D.

I've got addictive dormant dysfunction

Cuz I fall asleep to your mumbling

If sleep is Death's cousin - I'ma uncle

Slender fingers fumbling white keys

Eye cringe, ground teeth - gravity bleeds

Following the yellow brick gold

Midas found me

Forget what we talked about but I know he mentioned breeze

Chin up - Back straight - Bones hollow

Cheer up - Happy - Pill swallow

Upgrade - Plastic - Rape our made models

Paper mate, topple over toddlers I'm taking tomorrow

Trickin thru tinseltown sippin sorrow smooth

Down the gullet how I fashion bouncy bullets

Boring since you were born

Borrowing time from a shark get juicy or i'll kill you with interest

Vengeance porn

You driving Astro, I vomit comets

Lets see who makes it the farthest

With this citrus twist

PRIVATE SATURN

It's all about sex, sales and pets

Space and sense,  

Painted nails and rent

For women I'm always up, up, up for grabs

Some dudes can always pucker up for jabs

There's no ring, kiss the fist - slung to saturn for that 

When I'm sad I'm happy

When I'm happy I'm sad,

When I'm a grandpappy be a blasphemous Dad

My companions are fucking odd

And totally rad

First time I spat rap

Wannada say fuck off and attack

I admit I'd been spent, with a spine bent

But I'm writing song again

In the end I will fade like Oh-Be-One

I relate like a loaded gun

Love to stay, but this is loaded fun

  

In the present, i'm elated when faded

Too much, my Grolsch crutch, quite gone jinn and ton

Supernova, son,  just blew up

Dreaming of being guiseless

Bygone be - Hideaway sideways

Smile, fly away, flee 

Might take a while

To escape, make or break, sink or swim

Down barrel out pistol, missile mount guzzle

Fill tummy stuffed, tiny parts, make it spin

Master Human race exacting blinding shards 

Sparking successors stem with android hearts

I float like a feather

Bringing MCs to their knees

Catch between the middle e.y.e.

When I squeeze and release

Snatch a star from sky

Watch it die from my thesis

Guy with all the cars you would think he was Jesus

Rock out with my cock out, shout out to my penis

Genesis or Nemesis scar,

Streaking silver slivers 

My condescendance is heaven-sent

So I build me up, take me apart - 

Reflection subject, no models

You should try it too

Succubus or puppet, time - forget it, I'm coming for you

How I live - DOBIS

Now what the fuck is that?

How did you get devoted?

Didn't used to shoot smack and smoke crack?

I downloaded you downgrade now that's enough of that

The ground slipped and crown floated now I see the trap

From the house bedroom to the hospital bedroom

Pop 'em out, Baby boom boom bloom

Benefit of the Shout

In the studio

Smokin Studios

Y'all slops

Mobway show biz broad by day token kudos

Tryin to figure the rubix with Molecub3³, but yo

I just spit a loogie

Dough boy oh boy, wake - We fresh bake you shapeless

Kneaded in a patient bliss

Tip of the icebitch, I'm knocking pyramids

Mermaid mind myriad

Carry 'em off, married away

Weren't you? First wink, set of lips

Upset the scale seek Moby Dick

Tell him the meek can inherit the surface we're going down deep

Weak freaks can keep looking for purpose but they gotta kinda peak

Not mourning a loss of words, you just never learned to speak

Sailing seas that fall from the leak

We can set a date for next weekend

And you can kiss my best-turned chica - friend

Prepare fleet again

All be fucking neat and bless

Dunno if you into honesty girl but that's all I got room for

Don't worry, I'll slide a quick broom on the floor before you come over

Lets lock that closet

Those addict doors til we forget that we're sober - Confliction whores playing sports

Make sure that aura's a beamer

Gorgeous with a nice odor just a lil pissed you're plastered on a poster

But you don't have to worry about me coasting or coasters

I drink all over the place

Your mind ain't waste is it?

Your time's not space, infinite, is it?

I'm into tasting what you've been trying to make babe

Lets stay gold in the race, maze

Face eachother and cry all day as you mimic my cynicism

Favs 8

Great Relief

That great relief when you collapse into the acceptance that everything was always shit and will always get infinitely better.
Or that the past never really existed because you weren't ever present when it was present.
Or that they were never born for your love, or that you were never born for their sanity and rationalism.
Or through this abstract logic you can paint pretty an ugly picture.

Or through severe judgement strip ugly an immaculate form.
But serenity comes and goes and is never instantly conjured.
So you will give up and let the emptiness swallow you whole.

Cold hard maps

Flakes of frost drift off towering hills
Land and lay their rigid bridges and floors
Give the now unsettled Earth release,
Relief of her secret; O her restless blanketing

-Will you now warm yourselves?
Tame her impatience!
Air-born,
Heavings of parchment paper
and
Wells of black ink golden quills so fondly lick,
And to bathe that Sun
Your forks of white-cold
Slipping mirror tongues pierce the bluest ceilings
And raindrops tear through as they
Sample your finest point
Our naked vapour
Our hands unbound
Growing eyes sketch all these far stretchings
This thing speaks and can bend
And lastingly;
For survival selfishly loves survival
In excess,
This tar flees my grasp
Consumes a neighbour
Coating his hardened spaces
Swarming his history
Will you stick on him instead then; my cheapened air?
Tomorrow will be afterthoughts of yesterday's journal,
But why has today resigned to starve?
Is it as simple as it's belly is hurt, marked-up or pinned-down;
Just a game of darts?

Yellow Spit

For the time that I was using it
Listenin to the music
It sent the blues inside me into warm hues of yellow
Spit, collected in the pit

Four words collide to throw a fit, for lack of innocence,
Made decisions quick
Reflected in my skit
Perpetuate the gritty, not sastified with fifth
Investigate the bricks,
Waiting for the kick, before it hits, tossin mickey sickly smile likes to stick
Aching like im fifty
Acting like kid, learned to count ticks, amounting all in tricks, burn another gift as my dopa starts to drip,
I begin to drift
As i pound you take a sip, lifted
Nifty in a jiffy little prince
Melt mind molecules like peppermints
Darkening the vision like window tints
Sparkin up a convo like kerosene
Magic bean world class terror fiend


Happy meal - young ass mini me
Here i am ripping up another scene
Closing curtain, cuttin actors splean clean kill machine
Searching for the seventh sea, middle metal river double dippin
With a better breed


Mattress matrix
I can't take this
Stuck between the legs of a bitch and she's faceless

Hopped the wrong train
Rode the main vein
Routes rearranged, I blame Moï-Same

Favs 7

Grace

Ruled her world punching at a calculator that only reaches 31
Almost at ease - hunched over it's rolling hills plucking out weeds
But I can hear the train coming
But you can hear the whispering strain in her spine

Coiling and recoiling
The strain in her smile or a growl beneath her tamed mane
A bulge in her precious soft, clear eyes
She watches vigilant like a bird on a long swaying branch
She's perched and it bobs and it dips low to the soil too
But grace in her figure
Founded taste in that disposition
Suddenly subtle and nude in fractions
Delicate fractions
Tongue so pink, lips just redder
Her smell real
Faced to a point like a bird, her cheekbones are precision and elegant like birds are

Meant to fly like a bird
Wherever the wind should be
Wherever the wind is wished
But she's playful, she's wishful
The sun grows jealous too
She means it when she says it doesn't mean anything
She knows no evil
She laughs a piercing cackle almost incessant, insensitive
But I need it, I want it
I wish it
I feel it split the rocks around me
Reveal the history of her breaths
Glistening in the dew on her feathered wings
It's thirst that drives me
A thirst that won't leave
Light pools when she beats her wings
Drowns out the mightiest storm
Yet her tears are mere hurricanes
A sour dream with a hint of creamy sugar and lemon twist
I will drink her light to her light
Her anger's brash, tolerable, always unexpected,
Always cute, annoying and useless
Her tears hurt the most
They beg for my tears
They beg for hope
They beg for inaction and more calculation
My chest is heavy with her thoughts
My heart dampened by her storm
My dreams ripened with her grace
I'm not sure if we are looking for the same answer or a different question
She may be another fragment of my great escape
Or I may never get away and I've imagined all of this

Curtains

Sentimentality is nothing but falsehood

Trying to stay faithful, I'm shaky and nervous

Created a monster or reduce to a program

Clawing for purpose, trying to stay human

Ready for service or prepare for the conquest

Waste me finality, I finally deserve it



She's the siren of my eyes


The silencer of lies


When I'm breaking bread with thieves


And I fall asleep with knives



I'm an apple to the core


For the worms to explore


And I see a leg snake around the open, heavy wooden door.

To Know Better

What better than to wake to the smell of pheromones and clean laundry


in the morning?

The night before? Tongue twisting around like coloured ribbons of a


barber's pole.


A glass of water next to the bed. Sometimes it doesn't cease to


amaze.


Maybe just the day before.


A fresh smile in between chews of gum.


Or a breath pull into my diaphragm. And my eyelids flutter open just


a little wider.


It may not matter. In fractals we relate.


Do I know better?


The sun splashes light on these blasted hospital walls, composing.

I will not waste my time to think.

Bleach eyes

The Dominant leg leads 

Whilst heavy hands swing brightly-coloured plastic buckets

That spill rusted nails as steps

With clicking heels

Wailing in unison along to the beg of a distant siren

Taste-test the taper of leaf or arrow

Rinsed eyes glisten bloody in the moonlight

Insatiable tongues leathery 

Lashing for home 

Enveloped in warm flesh comforted by the structure of bone

Eagerly resting frost-bitten severed skulls against protruding barbaric chests

And to swim and swim in circles in buttery pools of cum and torn calendars and condiments and calculations

Diluted by blood rains pissing downward and sideways and it's

Relative light into sinking skin 

Of the autonomous marionette with unoiled joints performing restricted

Wild irritated dance gestures

Desperately sipping water and bobbing it's head to unheard melody

With careful authorization collapsing with excited

Volumes bellowed in cluttered and empty space

Sounds encounter a distorted echo that festers and pesters and dampens and enlightens

Favs 6

Murder a tree

I murdered a tree to make one,
this guitar
Found a flower in the dark,
Stole a heart to make my art

and take your smile away

Songs, they bring back
tastes and smells of
Wasteful wells of hate,
Angels, bells and missiles,
Whistling by, kissing mystery
as I profit from mistake

I lay in bed with lunatics,
To fill my head with an audience,
Adjust the erotica
depending on the fence

I know I'm just a shy away,
to cleanse
a lullaby for the decline,
Men of pause with sour-powdered claws
Behold my second guess

There's hair that shimmers
in the void, and I'm losing
all my poise, the toys are
piling up, my eyes are
snowy, noisy gray

I'll bleed into the river's bed,
until I can fill my head
with dread, edge, tone and
truth
or at least stain my brain

I wait for it to make a
choice, the flower's dews
forever moist, coasting as I hoist
my remnants through
another day

Sometimes it's all gone, and then
it returns in throngs
To bang a gong this song
tastes funny so I'll leave it
here to stay

Beleaf

Don't believe in suicide but I'd kill my fucking life,
Don't believe in love but i'd love to have a wife
The glove just doesn't fit, when I try to be polite,
So I grip my kite and fly it out of sight

The world outside is stormy, dreary, it's a plastic shroud
Outside my eerie dreams that is, where only I'm allowed
Sometimes I die and go to heaven, and I'm trying to be proud
Outside my dreams where only I'm allowed

And I know that she's stunning, cunning,
and she makes me sink
I've been around the world and I cannot find the brink.
The missing link, is in the wink
I gave to you that day
I just wanna' runaway.

The holiest myriad of clearance
I had ever seen.
It followed me all the way, to the end of me
I know I wanna' be, and that I've never been
The holiest that I had ever seen.

Real Pilgrims

Know you`re asking questions
When there`s another voice asking questions
Thought I learned a lesson but it lessened, let us rest, lest I forget dimensions
Don`t wanna get hog-tide

Don`t wanna cook my pink flesh sizzles like - Sex
Defenseless - I
Strangled an angel right out of my bed - From that angle
Got undressed and put on my sunny best
Count what`s left and what`s gone due to theft
Riddled with teardrops raining bullets
It`s impossible but I thought that I pulled it off
Just improved the bill and the bail
How pointy my tail is,
Chainmail at the door
Wad of cash on the counter, my songs getting louder
Haven`t felt a minute in an hour
We're matter, and does it matter if we matter
Water`s sour, a bright glare, white glance and no air around the tower
What I`ve gathered at the light of the lantern
Pattering patterns with past-masked momentum
Flattering techno-vision infected electro incision
Midget-minded mumbo-jumbo polyrhythms,
Unicycle inhibition juggling mysticism
All I ask is where is wisdom,
find the kingdom,
to make us children.
What`s outside this prison
Are there real pilgrims?

The Bottle

They say this bottle of perfume we're in

Smells like old people

I say old people smell like the fresh flowers by their graves

Last night I was nursing my bloody thirst

I passed out in a hearse and drove straight

To my first birthday

I didn't eat the cake

At least not all of it

I didn't want to begin again, acting indulgent

But I stole a mother's purse

I had the knowledge now to spend money

I knew she wouldn't be around one day

To fill my tummy

Back again for you to take my body and cast it away

I'll swim to shore

Some other day-glo pants will fade to grey-scale

Or let me lay on one of your petals

And steal the sunshine

Steal your sunshine

Slide down your stem

Feel your mind

Share the sunlight and warm your alignment

Favs 5

Too think

think too much I thought
to reach a clutch,
blind spots safe hut

cook up cookie crumbles
push, prepare, plunge
a plush dusty desert- 

playdo rubble

pass through casted travel tunnels
trouble down emphatic funnels
pit of stomach thunder grumbles

reflecting teeter-totters over moving-picture-perfect dirty city puddle bubbles

prove the glow's real
followed by hollow halo cuddles

struggle with a perfect paddle,

skip pebbles to skipping beats,
bouncing pheasant vision,
hard to swallow wills weak

choice muffled by the bottle
softened and your subtle
conscious of the circle
chasing tail like poodles

reduce me to a toddler,
hobble down a tracking
unbuckled duffle leaking mutters

swing and I sway to the wayside,
play in glades-like til day dies
cat-eyes dilates surprise

Sid and the Birth of Enlightened Resentment (2007)

Reverberating Craniums,
Echoing Rainbows,
Sparkling Storms,
and black picket fences...

Disfigured manifestations,
inner-piercing,
Collapse and rebirth...

Capsulated comfort
and overturned, discarded
parasols.

FORWARD

      As I Fell back onto

the black spike it
pierced my neck, All
the While my legs
danced in furious
semi-circles.

Motioned the Ending
Come
Breath last like none
other, a sunny run but
for tomorrow's prison.

They cry loosely and
eagerly.
My Stomach turned by the wave sound.
The Songbird sings scratchy,
rust flakes like snow.

Tear at my hair,
Face sucked from
the nether
Image alarms are abstract,
less urgent,
and my breath returns
steady.

To pull forward.
An answer with no question.
But less bark and more bite.
A wise man once said.

rug burn

5irst I was hit by a slug when I was a trapped worm trying to be a raptor,
skipping through the castle halls shoved into rug burn infinity captured, and now its all a fuzz
humilities been mastered entwined my ugly mug,
angels, brain thugs and hooligans, enough

buffs, sluts and follow life by the ruler kids dash to rewind it at maximum gotta exact passion inject into the finer things
bounce back fashion beating kinder wings at half mast seafaring divided by the world is flat,
it fits in my back pack, my head and a 4-track crash course tearing a hole in the monolith,
ensnaring the role of your Siamese cities, find me some disease free Kitties and a lollipop worth licking that don't make my teeth rot,
clot popularity, follow me, see the beat drops to my knees all I have to say is pretty please,
I wanna turn this dark comedy into a funeral, insomnia is mutual,
fool you're a bruised tool, my past is behind me but I'm guided by its lunar pull im an oddity that probably tallied up more refuse than a dump utilize a pump to spit out, garbage that makes the mind go bump in the night marvels that make your spine go twinkle in spite of the pot holes in the lost roads caught in the folds of the mold
embroidered a mortar on your symbol to blow up face when you're getting simple
Mcs a disgrace to the ripple, go back to sucking the nipple, I live on mtl the middle and I play the fucking fiddle

don't cry for me Argentina and I won't cry for you Canada then maybe we could rest around eachother,
elites freaks and bandanas,
the noise pollution is fat soluble
and the solution is manic
I'm haunted by a hollow tune I just won't grasp
plastic is our new cocoon with dangers outside days are drastic I wanna tear this fucking roof open and metamorph into a candle wick
synthesize my spit into h2 oh shit and live in Neverland again with Pan and the forgotten kids